0 comments/ 22236 views/ 0 favorites The Office Visit By: Rachel Baldwin She is working later than expected in the new drug testing office since tonight's last appointment is later than the past several days. It takes a bit longer to complete her duties in her new surroundings, but she enjoys it even more. The last collection for the evening is set for 8:30pm, and is now late. She is curious about this client, as he specifically asked if she would be there for the collection, and wanted only the very last of the appointments for the day. It was a bit peculiar. Looking over the furniture that arrived today; she is pleased with her selections for the lounge. An oversized stuffed sofa and matching chair added a new ambiance to the room's decor. The stripe and floral patterns should appeal to both sexes on her staff. They didn't need to like it, just appreciate it, and make them last. The sofa was also a hide-a-bed, for those overnight shifts. For now, she would be the one covering those hours. Not much work to do on those shifts, except be there and attempt to get a good nights sleep. From her office, she can usually hear all the going's on in the office suite, but tonight, she was concentrating too much on her paper work and didn't hear the door open when he arrived. She is dressed in casual clothes for the comfort not only of herself, but to put the clients at ease. However casual the outward appearance may be, she always wore something special for herself under her clothes. Tonight it was a black cup-less bra and matching crotch-less panties. It made her feel tingly and horny on the inside, while outwardly masquerading a cool exterior. She was pleased with herself in her ability dress as two people at the same time. It excited her. He was there, now, standing a few feet behind her in her open doorway. He spoke her secret name, Rachel, and she knew it was HE. She kept her back to him as he slowly made his approach. She could hear his shoes swish on the new carpeting and then stop immediately behind her chair. Carefully, he reached forward to clutch her shoulders, to ease them into knowing that things were OK. Gently, his right hand made its way down her upper arm, and then forward to her bosom. Cupping her large breast was more than one hand could do, but he attempted to gather it all in single-handedly at first. He, still without speaking, continued to stroke her chest, feeling her body sense the building urgency within her. He also felt an intensely cool sensation at the front of his trousers as his engorging member reached the metal back to her office chair. The coolness sent an odd, yet pleasing, sensation. As he swayed slightly side to side, he caressed his member on the back of her chair. Seeing his shadow swaying on her desktop, she smiled knowing he was soon to be ready for her. Both hands now working their expertise on her chest, still from behind her, the fingers reach to the middle of her blouse, and free her bosom from its captivity. Leaning forward and looking over her head, he can now just barely get a glimpse of the type of outfit she has worn tonight. Long ago, her mind had since lost the thought of a urine collection. Decidedly, she swivels around in her chair, and grins at the protrusion that is now in her face. She reaches up to release the zipper, his hands rest gently atop hers, as a guide. Pulling out the engorging penis, she licks the top, the sides, and then the bottom, where she lingers a bit, flicking this sensitive area with her strong tongue. He reaches to the back of her head, supporting her and adding more pressure to her activities. Now well lubricated with her sweet oral juices, she inserts him more deeply, grabbing his hanging jewels with her hands and together pulls in and out in sync. Humming on his large shaft only worsens his impending pre-ejaculation. Licking off the pre-cum juice, she smiles as a drop has escaped her and lands on her chin. Looking up at him now, she stands up, meeting his open mouth with her own, standing in a long embrace. After taking a few steps, he understands her lead, and follows her to the lounge. His eyes dance as he sees the appropriate preparations in the room and how flexible yet adequate his surroundings were now. The wideness of the sofa is perfect for playing before getting seriously intense. Lying back, she pulls up the fabric of her jean skirt, revealing the garter and stockings and the important crotch-less panties. Smiling, his tongue already protruding its lair, begins on his prey. Reaching up to support her knees with each hand, she is ready for her oral pelvic exam. Being careful to no penetrate her vault immediately, his tongue caresses her clit and labia. While his tongue is flicking the tissue side to side and his hands are adding pressure to the clit and massaging it. Her hands being free, support his head, and pull him closer for a deeper penetration...She is leaking juices almost immediately to his touch, she had so longed for the feeling, playing with her breasts while still being examined. Feeling herself cumming closer, she lifts his head up, pulls him to her face, and kisses him longingly and deeply, thoroughly exploring his oral cavity, while his hand remains, exploring her lower chamber. Pulling his body further up upon hers, he enters her during their embrace. Her hips react as he expected, and then tensed around his growing member. Wrapping her legs around his waist to anchor herself, she can feel his thrusts going in deeper and deeper with each attempt, and realizes to herself, during their romantic kissing, she is smiling. With each thrust he moves her off the sofa a little causing her to hit her head on the armrest. Seeing they are lacking in space, she motions to opening the sofa, and continuing on the bed. Once upon the bed, her legs straddle him while his hard cock inserts all the more and she cums suddenly. She smiles. He is getting even harder, his breath coming more quickly. Squeezing her vaginal muscles and milks him with a quick intensity that makes him cum, to his surprise. She is delighted to feel his juices mixing with her own, running down her legs, around her pussy, and out onto the bed beneath them. With the last of the strong thrusts, she rolls over and lays on top of him, her large breasts dangling in his face, ready to be eaten. She bumps her hips while penetrated, and he sucks the life out of the melons she has on her chest. She cums again, and looks down at him, smiling. He smiles in return. Rocking her buttocks and hips to gyrate more action from his member, she cums again, not needing to remember to smile, as it is still there. He can't remember the last time he had a woman who was so receptive and came whichever way he wanted. She moves over to the side of the bed, staying on her knees, he straddles behind her and enters her from behind. Her vault is relaxed and easy to find, penetrate and lubricate again and again and again...rocking his pelvis in time to her reverse thrusts, each time finding himself more deeply imbedded, and more aroused. He chums alone this time, thrusting, thrusting, and thrusting, when she allows herself to join him, and with one more thrust, they ache together. She slumps her body to the surface of the bed, and he spoons next to her. He can feel her moistened body from her toils, lubricated by their fucking, and sticking to the sheets, resting their bodies. She turns her head to peer at his face, they both are smiling. The Office Visit It all started when she stopped by my office. I introduced my wife to my co-workers and she stayed for a brief visit. That's all it took. You would swear the guys at my job never saw a beautiful woman before. She wasn't gone for more than five minutes before my office phone was ringing with compliments. It was like the guys saw me in a different light after meeting my wife. "She is beautiful, you better be careful" they all seemed to say. That afternoon when I arrived home she said they all seemed so nice. Well when I told her that they were all crazy about her, she just smiled and shrugged it off. It really boosted her self-esteem. She started to stop by a little more often, bringing me lunch or even just coffee. I guess she just loved the attention. I started to over hear some guys talking about what they would do to her if given the chance. Did it make me angry? No way, I felt so good that they also found her as hot as I did. Well, one evening we were taking a shower together and I mentioned what I heard two guys talking about. She just smiled and tried to hide the fact that she was getting turned on by the thought of it. I told her that one of the guys thought her ass was delicious and he would love to spin her around and fuck her from the back while reaching around to her tits and squeezing them nice and hard. He said he wouldn't be able to last too long like this and when he was ready he would pull out and shoot his load into her face. She listened very intently, and began to grind her ass into my soapy wet cock. Teasing me until my cock was standing hard. She turned her head and looked back at me and asked if I would let him do that to her. My response was, "only if you wanted to try it." She just let out a little moan as if she had just tasted a piece of fresh hot apple pie. She reached around the back of her and took my now rock hard cock in her hand, guiding it down the crack of her ass and into her warm and ready pussy. As she popped it all at once, she said, "show me how your friend would take this pussy baby." With this invite I grabbed her hips so I could control the sliding speed and depth. I slid all the out to the tip and all the way back in till my balls were tight against her clit. Once she got the rhythm down I reached up to squeeze her tits like my friend said he would. I squeezed them a little harder than normal, just hard enough to make her start to wince. She really started to get into the fantasy, she started to make noises and force herself backwards onto my cock. Making circles with her hips instead of just the in and out motion I had started. I couldn't stand much at this pace. When I felt my balls start to tighten, I told that he was almost ready to cum in her face and that was it for her. She came so hard that I could barely hold back from cumming right then. Slamming backwards into my cock and causing me to be a little rougher with her tits, she moaned and bucked and her cum dripped out all over my cock and down her already wet legs. As she slowed her body, I pulled out of that warm, slippery pussy and grabbed her hair. Pulling her down to my loaded cock she looked up at my face and opened her mouth preparing for the spurts. I jerked my cock off in my one hand while holding her head from pulling away. It shot up onto her face, across her right eye and nose. The second spurt landed just above her mouth and dripped over her upper lip onto her teeth. The third and final launched shot went directly to her tongue and sat there to be savored. The was a couple more convulsions of cum but none of them exited with the force needed to send them flying so I had to wipe the head of my super sensitive cock across her cheeks. As her tongue search the air for every drop it could gather my body spasmed a few times then I kissed her. Directly on the mouth, I planted a wet kiss and our tongues met in a salty, slippery dance. The taste of my own cum made me, at times, curious about the taste of others. Would another man's cum be so good or is the taste I know and love so well simply because it's mine? She would often tell me she wanted to help me answer that question, mostly during our fantasizing sex sessions. We toweled off and I asked her if she would ever want to have my friend and co-worker over for dinner some time. She replied, "Do you think he would really what to try this pussy? Do you think you, well we could handle another guy that way?" The next six or seven times we fooled around, I would bring up the fantasy about my co-worker being over for dinner and I would run through the whole evening in detail sort of like this, I would call you at work honey, so you could get home and be ready for us when we arrived. I would get to the house with him and you would be waiting in your bathrobe for us. Quite innocently ready for your evening shower. You would say your hellos then enter the bathroom excusing yourself for your shower. I would offer him a beer and we would start to talk about work or something else trivial. You would leave the bathroom door open and I would walk him past the bathroom on the way to the den. I know he would look in, simply because of human nature. The clear shower curtain would hide nothing as you soap up your gorgeous body. I would hurry into the den and shout for him to get me another beer while I warmed up the computer. This would give him a few seconds alone for him to observe you more. He would enter the den and say something like, "Man, your wife is very hot. If I had a woman like that I wouldn't last ten minutes in the sack with her." And I would tell him that you liked when people saw your body and complimented you on it, that is why you leave the bathroom door open knowing he was here. Next I would tell him that while I warmed up the computer he should go and look in the bathroom if he wanted to, we don't mind. He would take his beer and just stand there in the hall peering into the bathroom, too shy to let you know he's looking in. But his cock would start to twitch and he would soon after begin to adjust it in his pants. When you finish and open the curtain to grab your towel he would dart into the den and stand by my side. I would immediately notice his hard on and joke with him about it. He would then say, "Man, what a fucking hot woman, I would love the opportunity to please that!" You enter the den now only in a towel as if to outright tease him. He waits till you are not looking and again adjusts his by now hard and aching cock. You say dinner will be ready soon and asked if we needed more beer. He would offer to help you in the kitchen but you would tell him that you didn't need the help but he could come with you to chat if he wanted too. Well you know he would be at your side, hoping to get another peek of something, anything. By this time you would definitely notice the bulge in his pants and smile at him. He would be a little embarrassed, but say, "Well I am only human, look at you…mmmmm you are killing me." You would say," Killing you? Like this? Does this hurt?" and you would lift your towel above your thigh showing him the upper most part of your leg. The part that connects to the bottom of your ass cheek, you know that sexy spot. And he would just stare. Unable to believe you're flirting. Wanting to touch you and I'm sure much more. Neither one of you would realize I would be standing at the entrance to the kitchen watching this whole game of yours, getting very turned on and hard. I would see him move a little closer and hear him ask you, "Does your husband mind that you flirt a lot? And tease guys this way?" And you say," No he doesn't mind, but I told him before I actually fuck another guy I would call him to watch, he likes that type of thing." And he would reply, "Well, that's all? He would let me have my way with you as long as he watched?" And," well I don't know if I could perform with another guy watching, especially the woman's husband." "I don't think you would have a problem performing with another guy there as long as you hand your eyes not on him but on these…" and you would open the towel and show him you full round 34c breasts, with those incredible nipples all hard and ready to be sucked. "Wow, I would have no problem is right! Do you know how hard you are making me?" he would ask. And you could say, "I can see that nice cock of yours dying to get out of those pants and into my hand." He would step closer and reach out to touch your tits carefully. "Wait one second, if you want to go further we'll have to set this up. Give me a few minutes." " Honey! " you call to me, "Some one has a really nice hard on that I would really like to see more closely. I want to play for a while. Ok?" And I would yell back to you, "Sure baby I'll be there in a minute. Go ahead start, I'll be right there, as long as he is comfortable with it." You escort him into the living room where he sits on the couch and you sit next to him still in the towel. You don't even waste time kissing him, you go right for his fly saying," I must loosen these pants, they look like they are hurting my little friend." He lets out a soft moan and lifts his ass so you can slide the opened pants down under him and down to his ankles. His bare cock springs to attention after the cloth passes over it on the way down. Its motion catches your eyes and your mouth starts to water. You look into his eyes then your head lowers over his cock. Hovering above it's head. You lick its tip with your very wet, hot tongue. The first thing you notice is the slightly salty taste of the little pre-cum bubble at it's mouth. Rolling you tongue around the rim of it's head many times that engulfing it all at once. You slide you hot mouth down the entire shaft, taking everything fast, right down to his balls. His hips again lift to meet you fucking mouth. He can't help but to release a sigh of pleasure as I come into the room. By this time my cock is also hard and busting out of my jeans. You withdraw and ask him, "Do you ever think about two women together?" he responds, "With a woman like you I wouldn't need anything more." That is when you lay your fantasy on him. "I would like to see something once." "Something my husband said he would only show me when the time was right. Something he would only do with a good friend who knew he wasn't gay, but who would understand that it was me that wanted to see it." This would make him very curious and he would say, "What do you want to see?" You would start by telling him that I wanted to see you with another woman, but you told me that it would only happen after you were able to see me with another guy. You would only give me that show if I first gave you yours. Next you would say, "Hey, if you to would let me see what I want, I'll make you a promise right now." Of coarse he would want to hear your offer, after all he would nearly jump off a bridge to get your mouth back down on his cock. So you start to tell him something like this, " If you were to let my husband join us here instead of just watching, I guarantee you will blow a load equal to none other in your life. I will let you cum where ever you wish, my mouth, my face, my pussy or maybe the show will be so good that I'll let you cum in my ass hole. Sound good?" He would almost cum at the thought of shooting his cream into your face. Wow the ability to shoot it in your tight round ass. Whew, slipping his hard cock into that tight ass, even I would do almost anything you wanted to get in you ass again. You know I love to fuck you there, it's so tight and the way you moan and push back into my cock. I never last long when it's squeezed in there. He thinks for almost 30 seconds. Turns to you and says, " What will I have to do in this fantasy in order to get my payment? I don't want to put any cock in my mouth." and you would say, "You would have to keep your mouth shut and do as I instruct you and my husband with no argument. And all of this stays here. You obviously cannot tell anyone ever what is done in this house. This way I can get him to do what ever I want to see, and you as well will do what I want to see if you want too shoot your juice today, otherwise you will leave here with the worst case of blue balls in history." Naturally he agrees. The party is on. You tell me to sit by you to on the couch because the game has just been changed. You remind me about when I had told you my fantasy of you and another woman. Of coarse I remember it and you inform me that I have a good chance of seeing it. "Really what brings that on?" I ask. You tell me, "You will earn that show right now. You and your friend are now my puppets, and I will run this show from here on in. Then you will get your show. But only if you obey everything! Everything!" " But, NOTHING! Leaves this house!" We both agree that if this was going to happen, nothing could ever leave the house and we both turn into your submissives. Your first order, remove all our clothing. Next you have us sit side by side. You take his cock and place it in my right hand, telling me to grab it and squeeze nice and firmly. Once I comply, I notice more pre-cum rises to the tip. With my cock pointing straight up to my belly you sit back and start to play with your tits as you think of the next order. You have him grab my cock as I did his. Now the both of us are holding each other's cocks and you notice the drop of his precum turning into a stream slowly running down the side of his cock to my hand. Now I am told to lick it up and kiss you so you too can taste it. As I move my head down to his cock, I can feel it stiffening despite him trying not to get excited with the fear I'll think less of him as a straight man. He cannot control it, and it starts to stiffen again. I slowly taste it with the tip of my tongue, rolling it around the head to gather it all from the side and from my fingers. He lifts his ass trying to slide his cock further into my mouth, like he did to you. I lift my head off and stretch my neck looking to meet your mouth. You reach over to me and stick out your tongue for me to spit his juice onto it. You take it, roll it around in your mouth a bit then swallow, asking me if I liked it. With out answering you I return to his cock, settling my whole mouth down on it and staying all the way down without moving. You tell him to very slowly start to move his hips up and down, as if he were fucking your mouth. He starts and his breath is immediately heavy and strained. He tells you that he can't move for minute because he is that close to cumming. He doesn't want to cum yet, it feels too good. You tell me to take my mouth off his cock and that now it is his turn. He hesitates a second, until you remind him about the "promise". He cautiously approaches my cock, which is now dribbling pre-cum galore, and as it twitches around like a fish out of water in anticipation, he manages to slide his mouth down on it. As my cocks pulse chimes once, that pulse carries even more pre-cum up to the top and he needs to swallow. You tell him to wet his finger in his mouth, really make it wet with saliva, the rest it's tip on my ass hole. He makes a wincing face, but does it knowing he will win his prize only if he does it. With his finger in place he returns his mouth to my cock and you tell him to gently push his finger in my ass. As he works it in my tight virgin hole, he makes it past the ring of tight muscle and then it slips all the way up into me with ease. I almost shoot right then in his mouth, but am able to dissipate the orgasm by letting out a calm moan. By this time you are sliding your two fingers in you bubbling hole, looking at me with eyes that are half open. Your nipples are reaching out, as if they want to grab some of the action. You now say, "69". Next a little louder, "69, I said I want to see you two sixty-nine, I want you each to suck the other's cock and honey do what he is doing to your ass for him. Let's go I want to cum while watching it!" We sit up and he lies on his back with legs at your end of the couch. I adjust to the position with my head over his cock and you begin to kiss me before I go down on him. You tell me not to forget to wet my fingers before pushing them into his ass hole and with that you open your legs to supply the wetness. I dip my fingers into your soaked pussy and pull it out dripping wet. It travels directly to his pussy as to not lose a drop. His mouth went right for my cock the minute I was in position and his finger returned to my ass hole immediately after that. I was on the edge. You took his cock in your hand and held it for my mouth because one of my hands was busy holding up my body weight and the other was pushing now two finger into his ass. He started to make a moaning sound and you followed right behind him with yours. His ass was rising more rapidly now and one of his hands was reaching for the back of my head forcing my head down further and faster with each stroke. You started to cum and shiver as you fingers bounced in and out of your glistening pussy hole. I felt his ball tighten and without any warning other than his now sharp and short breaths he began to buck. I too began to force my straining cock further down into his throat as his fingers did there assigned task deep inside my ass. As his first spurt of cum hit my tonsils you reached forward with your face and pulse my head off his cock wanting to share his spurting cream the second burst hits me in the upper lip and your tongue goes to work on it. The third drop sprays you in the nose and without thinking I hungrily lap it up. With your hand still on his cock pumping it up and down and his body pushing upwards he unloads another few full shots of hot cum out onto our frenzied faces, all to disappear quickly into our struggling mouths. By now I am pumping his wet mouth also. Shooting load after load down his throat as he struggles to keep my plunging cock from bursting his throat wide open. Once we have all spent our steamy loads, we lay there in bliss not believing how good it was to just release everything and fuck male on male with a woman guiding the whole show. After a few minutes we all sat up wiped ourselves clean and had another beer. Agreeing once more that this could never get out if we were to remain friends and possibly lover again in the future. You promise him that his prize would soon come to him and turn to me saying, "Baby, my girlfriend has already agreed to putting on a show for you. She will be over next week on Wednesday for the fun. Maybe your friend can be here also. Who knows, maybe we'll have a girl/ girl, guy/guy show and join it all together for a finally. What do you guys think?" My buddy looks at me with a slight smile and says, "Man, I never thought I would act like that with another guys cock I mean. But it wasn't too bad. I busted such a nut. Count me in at the next party, I almost can't wait to get more of your cum dude. And you did one hell of a job on my cock man. I am in, just call me. And as far as your wife is concerned…I'll take another invite as my prize, I love the way you to fought for my cum, I thought I was going to cum for ever." My cock was hard just thinking about the next time. But next time I want someone's tongue in my ass and maybe one of your toys, while my cock gets sucked slow on long. The Office Visit I was lost deep in thought as I worked on the month end reports for the VP when I heard my office door softly opens and then shut. Curious as to who would be bothering me at this time of the month, I glanced up from my cluttered desk to see who was disturbing me when I saw my girlfriend Meghan standing at the door to my office dressed to kill, or maybe I should say tease all the men (and women). Meghan has long curly brown hair that frames a beautiful oval shaped face, with the deepest brown eyes you've ever seen. She was wearing a pin stripe business suit, the kind with the double- breasted (and beautiful breasts they are) jacket. The suit was meant to be worn with a blouse, but in Meghan's case, she went without the blouse, teasing my imagination as to which of her lacey and sheer bra's she was wearing underneath her jacket. The jacket lapels shaped a deep Vee that ran down between Meghan's high firm breasts, and afforded me a generous view of those lovely breasts every time she bent forward, which she did often and to great affect on my already swelling manhood. Below the jacket, she wore a matching, short, form fitting miniskirt that fell just a few inches down her lovely thighs and hugged her ass in the same way that I longed to. The skirt revealed most of her shapely legs in her long sheer black stockings. My eyes traveled down her lovely form taking in every curve of her body. The luscious swell of her breasts. The firm flare of those wonderful hips. The long smooth legs encased in those sexy sheer stockings. Her sexy slim feet, encased in her stylish patent leather 4-inch spike heels. Meghan knew that I loved every detail of her body, but that her sexy ass and legs turned me on most of all. Just watching her sway across the room in a miniskirt, or shorts or better yet, nothing at all, would have me hard and throbbing in moments. "Hi lover," she drawled in her husky and incredibly sexy voice, "I was in the neighborhood and thought I'd drop in and have you for lunch." I felt my stiffening cock lurch at her sexy words when she turned presenting that gorgeous round ass to me as she deftly locked my office door. She turned back and slowly slinked across my office with her feline grace. My eyes drank in her body, raptly following every turn and curve of those smooth firm legs. I slid my chair back to make room for her as she slowly circled around my desk, sexily perching her round bottom on its smooth surface. She slowly raised her leg and placed her stiletto on the arm of my chair, giving me a view up her gorgeous legs. Past the tops of her stockings to her smooth creamy thighs and just a glimpse of the sheer black panties covering her sweet pussy. She gave a throaty laugh, as I had to adjust the painful bulge in my pants. "I hope you don't mind my dropping by like this,” she said. "I know how hard you're working and it turns me on to think of how 'hard' you'll be at work for the rest of the afternoon." My already spinning mind missed Meghan's innuendo and was a bit distracted from coherent thought when she reached forward and deftly undid my belt, quickly opening my slacks and freeing my hard cock. "Mmmmm, I love it when you're hard like this for me." she moaned as her hand slowly slid up and down my rock hard shaft. My head fell back with a groan as I lost myself in the wonderful feelings of her smooth soft hands skillfully stroking my cock. She let her fingers slide up the shaft and across the head as she released my cock and laughed as it thumped loudly against my quivering abdomen. "And just what would you like for lunch today lover." Meghan asks sexily, as she suggestively spreads her smooth silk clad legs, displaying her neatly trimmed bush covered only by her sheer black panties. Panties so sheer that I can clearly see her swollen lips and the small strip of hair above that tasty cunt of hers. I quickly lean forward and pull her thin panties aside as my tongue flicks out in long licks up and down her moist slit. Meghan sighs and moans in pleasure as my deft tongue parts her swollen lips, digging deeply inside her for her musky juices. I love the way she tastes and could gladly spend hours licking and savoring her flavor, but I know she wants more so my tongue and lips soon make their way up to her already swollen clit. I suck it tenderly between my lips as I flick the end of it with my tongue. "Yes!" she moans as with one hand, she arches her hips up from the desktop. Her other hand tangled in my hair as she humps against my sucking lips and tongue. I groan into her pussy as I feel one of her sexy stiletto heeled shoes slip between my legs and under my balls causing my hard shaft to press against her silky stocking covered ankle. My hips begin an involuntary humping against her beautiful leg as I feather my tongue faster across her throbbing clit. Gently I part her beautiful lips with one finger and begin to piston it in and out of her cunt as I tongue her clit repeatedly. Fingers tangled in my hair, she falls back on my desk as a second finger joins the first and my tongue beats a rapid rhythm against her clit. Meghan's breathing was getting more and more ragged as she groaned and humped those wonderful hips against my face and lips. I was in heaven as she cried out above me, "yes, oh god yes, ohhhhhhhh." Her sexy moans spurred me on and the silky feeling of her stocking clad ankle rubbing against my throbbing cock had me on the edge of orgasm. As the cum began to race from my balls up my throbbing shaft, Meghan's entire body stiffened her foot pressing hard into my swollen balls, clamping off my rising orgasm. She began to moan and tremble as her own orgasm overwhelmed her, her legs rising up and clamping around my head as my face was washed with her pungent, musky cum. She pushed my head back and weakly sat up, looking at my face coated with her sweet cum, she moaned,"ohhh, you look so sexy with my cum all over your face." As she pushed me back in my chair, she slid forward off of the desk into my lap, trapping my throbbing hard on against her soaked panties. Her tongue snaking out across my lips and all around my face, licking her sweet juices from me. Kissing me deeply as she ground her panties against my desperately aching cock. "Oh my god," Meghan moaned between kisses, "that was terrific." "I think you deserve something special in return." she smiled. I sat back in my chair as Meghan once again perched herself on my desk. My mind was reeling with the possibilities of what she was planning to do to me. Sexily, she raised one of her stiletto heels up and extended her long beautiful leg towards me and asked, "Why don't you slip my shoes of for me lover?" With a low groan, I slid her shoe of and began to caress her soft shapely foot. Running my hands up her silky stockings, to her calf and back down as I kissed each one of her sexy toes. Meghan smiled again and slipped her foot out of my grasp, raising her other leg so I could slip that shoe off also. Meghan then reached forward and pushing me back in my chair, deftly undid my tie and opened the buttons on my shirt, granting her teasing fingers access to my chest. She opened my shirt and softly dragged her long nails across my nipples, pinching each one between her deep red nails. I groaned deep in my throat as my body arched under her touch. I was always amazed with the levels of excitement that Meghan could bring me too. Meghan slowly slipped around behind my chair, trailing her hands across my shoulders and down my arms. She gently pulled my hands behind my chair and skillfully looped my tie around my wrists, quickly binding them together. Before my over excited brain could register what had happened, Meghan was back perched on my desk before me. She raised one of her legs and placed her foot back on the arm of my chair. My eyes were drawn to the smooth curves of her beautiful legs, encased in her silky stockings. "I know how much you love my legs and my sexy stockings baby, and I have a special treat for you today," She whispered. I groaned again as her fingers pulled her skirt up above her stocking tops and she began to slowly roll the stocking down her leg. Inch by inch revealing her smooth creamy thigh, over her knee and down the curve of her shapely calf. My cock throbbed wildly as she slipped the stocking off of her painted toes and then raised the other leg to repeat the whole sexy show. With her long naked sexy legs and her sexy stockings in her hands, Meghan kneeled in front of me. She took one of her stockings and slowly lowered it over the head of my cock. Nestling the throbbing head of my hard on in the sheer silky toe, sliding the length down my twitching shaft, she tucked the rolled up end beneath my swollen balls. Once she had my cock and balls thoroughly encased in one stocking, she took the other and wrapped it around my thick shaft. My head fell back with a moan as she began to stroke my shaft slowly. The silky stockings creating a sensation like I'd never felt before. Electric sparks were shooting up from my groin and I could feel an orgasm starting to build from deep inside me as Meghan slowly and loosely stroked the sheer stockings against my rock hard shaft. "That's it baby, doesn't that feel good?" she whispered, "mmm, I love feeling your cock throbbing in my hands." She slowly bent forward and wrapped her lips around the head of my cock as she slowly stroked me. Even through the sheer stockings, I could feel the warmth of her breath as her soft lips swallowed the head of my cock and her tongue began to lash against it. "Oh yes, I'm cumming," I groaned as my orgasm began to swell. As it got closer to exploding, Meghan lifted her lips from my cock and slowed her strokes, loosening her grip. One hand lowered to my balls and began to roll them between her long skillful fingers as the other hand closed around the head of my cock, twisting the sheer nylon around it. My hips bucked as my dick ached like never before, just on the edge of cumming, but not quite there. Meghan continued to tease my sensitive cock under the sheer stockings for a few more minutes before finally releasing it, to watch it twitch and throb against my stomach. "Don't stop now, I'm just about to cumm," I groaned. "But sweetie, those are the only stockings I brought with me," countered Meghan. "If you cum in them then I won't have anything to wear out of here and everyone in your office will know we've been up to something." "ohh god, then take them off of me." I growled. Meghan smiled and said,"but don't you like the feel of my stockings on your big hard cock?" As she spoke, she began to slowly stroke my cock again. Using long full strokes up the shaft and across the head, twisting her fingers around the crown with each stroke. "Doesn't that feel good sweetheart?" I groaned deeply as my hips bucked again. "God yes, that feels incredible." "Then you don't want me to stop?" she asked coyly. "God no, keep doing that," I begged. She smiled sweetly as her tempo slowly increased. My rock hard cock began to throb almost instantly as she alternated firm fast strokes with loose slow ones. My hips bucked as my orgasm began to swell within me. My balls felt swollen with cum. Meghan was so skillfully and slowly bringing me to the edge that my whole body seemed charged with electricity. "Ahhhh, yes" I groaned as I felt my release coming. Just then Meghan stopped her stroking and gripped the base of my cock firmly in her hand, strangling the cum still in my churning balls. "Nooo," I wailed, "Please make me cum." "You’re driving me insane and I need it so bad." I begged. "Of course you do lover," She smiled sweetly. "But you wanted to feel my stockings on you, and you know I can't let you cum in them." she reasoned. As she spoke, she began to stroke me again, bringing my slowly receding arousal back full bore. "Besides, I wanted to give you a nice foot job while you're beautiful cock was wrapped up in my stockings," she said. "Wouldn't you like to feel that?" "Oh god yes" I groaned, knowing just how soft and skillful Meghan's beautiful feet were. With a smile she sat back up on my desk and gently cradled my cock between the soles of her feet. She slowly stroked then up and down a few times before taking one foot and nestling her toes into my balls, stroking them gently as she gripped the head of my cock between the toes of her other foot. Softly she stroked it up and down my shaft. Dragging her painted toes across the head of my cock. raising her left foot and tucking it behind the shaft, she held my cock up as she ran the smooth sole of her right foot the length of my trembling cock. Usually I cum very quickly when she strokes me with her skillful feet, but now she was using that same skill to prolong my arousal and drive me to new heights. Meghan was being relentless and keeping me constantly on the edge of exploding, but not quite pushing me over the edge. I couldn't care less about ruining her stockings with my cum now as I was desperate for relief, straining to cum under the constant teasing strokes of her feet. As I again reached the point of no return, both of her feet moved down and began to stroke and knead my swollen balls, causing me to grunt and groan in my frustrated arousal. I felt my desire continue to build, but knew there was no way I could cum from just her cute toes playing with my swollen balls. "Oh lover," Meghan sighed, "As hot as its making me teasing you like this, my lunch hour is almost over and I need to get back to work, although I may have to go masturbate in the bathroom before I can concentrate." With that, she leaned forward and began to unwrap my cock from her stockings. Just the sensation of the silky stockings dragging across my overheated shaft. After unwrapping one stocking, she grabbed the toe of the stocking encasing my cock and began to drag it upwards off of my shaft. The leg unrolling as she pulled, causing the whole stocking to slide across my twitching shaft. The cum was boiling in my balls like never before and was about to erupt when the sheer stocking dragged across the head of my dick, leaving it twitching and drooling. The entire head was slick with precum and more was oozing from the slit with each twitch. As my hard on throbbed in the cool air, Meghan laughed and perched her sexy bottom back on my desk and one leg at a time smoothed her sheer stockings back on to those long lovely legs of hers. I stared, in awe as my overheated senses took in the sexy sight of her. She slipped off of the desk and slid her feet back into her patent leather stilettos then stepped around behind my chair to untie my hands. My hard on continued to throb as I watched her move around move. As she looked down at me sitting in my chair, she swiftly bent forward and swallowed my cock completely down her warm throat. Her lips nestled in my pubic hair, she slowly dragged them back up the rigid shaft, her tongue beating a sexy erotic rhythm against my manhood. I groaned as those full warm lips traveled across the head of my cock and then plunged back down. Once more she dragged them slowly up the length of my dick, scraping her teeth lightly against the sensitive flesh. My hips again bucked as this sexy vixen dragged me to the edge of orgasm again, but just as I began to thrust my hips pushing the cum out of my aching balls, her lips left my cock with an audible pop as she stood back up and gathered her purse. "No," I groaned," you can't leave me like this" "Awe, but sweetie, I love knowing how hot and horny you're going to be for me all day now." She sulked. "Can't you just wait a little longer until tonight?" With a smile and a wave, she walked across my office to the door, her hips wiggling enticingly as she turned to me saying,"awww, that was soo hot, I may just keep teasing you all weekend." "You can wait a couple more days can't you sweetie? For me?" I groaned and collapsed back in my chair knowing I would do anything to please Meghan, but not sure how much more my sanity could take. The Office Visit "What have you been up to?" you ask with a smile as I quietly let myself into your office. "Lunching... nothing extravagant... a simple sandwich, sided with chips and pickles." "That's something you still haven't done for me." "What's that? Fix a lunch for you?" "No Darlin'....eat a dill pickle while I watch," you say, a hungry look in your eye that belies the teasing in your voice. "Mmm.. and you want me to do that for you?" "Uh huh....I like a little torture," you reply with a wicked grin. "Is that right?" I ask with a lift of one brow. "Yes ma'am." "Mental or physical?" "That would fall under mental...but I'd trust you to torture me physically if you wanted to," you say with a smile. Curious now, I ask, "The physical is something I've never considered... what do you have in mind?" "Nothing painful...something along the lines of that wonderful fantasy you created when you tied my hands and worked your magic on me." "You remember that after all this time?" I ask, at once amazed and touched that my fantasies could have such an effect on you. "Uh huh..." you reply, eyes a bit glazed as you seem to fall into the memory. "I still want it to happen." "I still want to make it happen." "Good...I'm ready." The wicked gleam is back in your eye. Sliding my hand down your stomach, I look into your eyes and ask, "Are you?" "Mmmmm hmmmmmm.....always." Sliding further... "You're sure?" "God yes! Darlin', you have ignited such a fire in me.... I have never wanted anyone... ever... the way I want you," your voice husky with emotion warring with lust. Straightening up, I move away from you. "I like knowing that." "I love you so much." Tossing a glance over my shoulder, raking you head to toe... "Yes...," I murmur. "I do like knowing that..." I watch the grin light your handsome face as I walk away from you, crossing the room slowly, the question in your eyes apparent. I reach the door, only then turning away from you. Reaching a hand to lock your door, I turn my back to you, feeling your eyes on me as my hand slides across my stomach, my breasts, to my neck... higher, to gently remove the piece holding my hair up, moaning softly as it falls past my shoulders. Sliding both hands into my hair now, gently massaging my scalp... wavy, silken tresses sliding sensually between my fingers. One hand tugs the soft strands to my face... inhaling the scent of my own hair, combining with the scent that is mine alone... so erotic... Your eyes follow me, your body responding to everything I do, though you won't allow me to see how affected you are. Were I to turn and look into your eyes, I would see a different story... one in which your arms ache to hold me...your hands wanting to touch me..to feel me, to mold me to you.... every ounce of your being needing me. I turn slightly towards you, to look at you... not fully facing you, but able to see you completely. I watch the emotions play across your face, a small smile upon your lips... desire raging hot in your eyes. Releasing my hair, it remains, partially hiding me, yet completely exposing my eyes to you as I allow you to watch my every move. As I gaze at you, my eyes seem enflame you....they sparkle with love, yet burn with desire... drawing you to me.... taking the very breath from your lungs. My hands drift once again across my body, imagining your touch... slowly unbuttoning my blouse, bottom up, baring my porcelain white flesh to you, inch by torturous inch. I see your hands gripping the arms of your chair, the only indication that you aren't as in control as you would lead me to believe... and that alone is enough to send fire racing through my veins. Reaching the last button, still watching you, I release it, one shoulder becoming exposed to your heated stare... reaching a hand as if to return it to my shoulder, instead sliding one finger under the strap of my bra, toying with it. I leave it in place, my finger sliding lower, under the strap, to the crest of my breast... teasing just under the edge. Slipping lower, breath catching, moaning quietly as a nail grazes my nipple, feeling it harden instantly... the only indication to you that I'm not as in control as I would lead you to believe. My eyes close for a moment as heat spirals from that one touch, curling throughout my body to pool low in my belly, to begin the delicious ache of wanting you, to begin the flow of moisture that you so love to find between my thighs. You grip the arm of the chair, and I sense your mind is racing. My skin is exposed to your view, and I know you want to touch it, to feel its silky smoothness. You love the way I seductively toy with you, knowing you want more but unable to have it...yet. Little do you know how much more you will be getting... You see my nipple harden, and you want so much to feel it against your palm, to take it into your mouth and suck it... nibble it... tease it with your tongue and teeth. You hear me moan, the sound raising your desire for me to immeasurable heights. Turning to you, facing you fully now, I lift both hands to cup my breasts, still encased in silk and lace... cupping, squeezing, lightly pinching my nipples through the material. I want to close my eyes to the pleasure, but there is so much more pleasure in watching you. I lower my hands, my nails trailing over my belly, hard enough to leave marks easily visible to you, yet light enough to tantalize, almost tickle. Reaching the waist of my jeans, teasing just under the band, I release the button, the hiss of the zipper mingling with the labored breathing suddenly coming from your direction. I slowly slide them over my hips as I turn my back to you once again, exposing bare skin but for a strip of silk between my cheeks. I step out of them, tossing them into the corner, my blouse remaining. I can feel you watching me, wanting reach out and touch my heated skin, to run your hand across my smooth white belly and trace your fingertips aross the marks I left. You watch with increasing anticipation, wanting to follow the strip of silk first with your hands... then with your soft lips... as it disappears between my cheeks. Turning once again to you, my hands slide over my hips, caressing... across my abdomen. Looking into your eyes, I allow one hand to trail lower, outside my panties, finding incredibly wet heat... "Ohhhhhhh!" A deep moan slips from my lips as I allow a nail to trace my slit, my clit begging for attention as I barely brush over it, teasing myself as I tease you. Slowly, as I watch your face, your eyes burning brightly, my fingers slip across the patch of dampness that has seeped through the silk. One finger slides under the edge, sinking easily between my lips to the sweet nectar you crave. Balancing myself, I raise one foot to you, sliding it along your leg, brushing over your cock and back down again. You watch with barely contained lust as I trace my slit through the material. I know you want to feel the heat... the wet heat unlike any other you've known, the heat that consumes you like none you've ever wanted before. You watch as my foot slides along your leg, as it grazes your throbbing cock. I know how attracted you are to my feet, how you want to grab the one that is teasing you mercilessly... how you long to caress it... to taste it and run your tongue along my toes... to suck them into your mouth as I moan with pleasure. Watching you through lowered lashes, I raise my foot once again, back up to graze your cock, barely touching, but God!, I can feel how hot and hard you are, and my body clenches in response to that knowledge. I lower my foot to the floor once again as I almost lose sight of my goal. Almost... but not quite... as I pull my hand away, my finger glistening, and extend it towards you, allowing you to inhale my fragrance, to tease your senses. You lean forward, your lips parting as if to taste... and groan as I withdraw. "Is this what you want, love?" I ask you. Staring deep into your eyes, I allow myself the taste I just denied you, a small smile forming upon my lips as you slump back into your chair, more aroused than you have ever been... and just as frustrated. Sucking my fingertip, I purr softly, "Baby... is this what you wanted? You wanted to taste me as I'm tasting myself now? You want to taste the sweetness you know is mine alone?", as I slide my finger completely into my hot, wet mouth. "Or would you rather replace my finger with your cock... first dipping it into my liquid fire, then into my mouth to be stroked by my tongue?" Deciding to have mercy on you, I lower my hand to my breast, lifting it out of the cup, to my lips. Looking into your eyes, my tongue flicks over the nipple, once.. twice.. before taking it into my mouth, sipping, sucking... teasing it with my teeth as I see your jaw clench tightly, a smile across my lips. Releasing the nipple, my wet tongue trails along the top of my breast; I feel your eyes feasting upon my flesh as it glistens with the moisture my mouth has left behind. Your eyes move up my body, to my face, the heat in your eyes burning my skin... I look into your eyes and see so much love; such incredible restraint I see in the set of your jaw. A soft, feminine smile touches my lips... at the same instant my hand plunges low into my panties, finding its mark, so much wetness there... so unbelieveably hot! My head rears back as my fingers slide over my slick lips, sinking between them... ohhhhh god, how good that feels! Your eyes lock with mine, melting as you take in my smile, only to flame hotter, burn brighter, as you watch my hand plunge deep...to the spot you long for...watching the pleasure race across my face as I caress myself....as I feel the wetness you so desire to drive into. As two fingers slip into my body, my other hand reaches lower to grasp the material, pulling at it, feeling it slide between the cheeks of my ass, caressing my tight little bud there. My thumb finds my clit, and I'm lost. I know you are there, but am powerless to end what I've begun... fingers plunging deeply, pumping hard... thumb flicking, pressing, finding the spot that craves my touch... clenching my ass around the strip of material which is creating an unbearable friction. You watch me lose myself in my own pleasure.... seeing my fingers working, plunging and rubbing... watching as my thumb teases my secret spot, just above my clit, because you know that is just were I need to be touched. You enjoy seeing my pleasure, yet you are frustrated at not being able to help... to help me reach that sweet release. Your cock is so hard... wanting to replace my fingers...to feel that wet heat surrounding it...to feel it pumping in and out of me just as my fingers are. The heat begins to consume my flesh; I can feel the flush spreading from head to toe... thrusting my hips against my hands, my body begging for the release it craves. Moaning, sobbing quietly, "Ohh, baby... yessss... this is what I do when I need you and can't have you. My fingers become your cock, my hands become your's. I'm going to come for you, love... only for you... I want you to watch as my orgasm consumes me. I want... oh GOD!" My eyes find your's just as the first wave crashes over me, my body stilling for one second before the second wave crashes, the throbbing almost unbearable as I lose myself in the wondrous feeling of completion... unable to focus on your face, but knowing I am looking at you... saying your name again and again, moaning... whimpering softly... Your hands grip the chair as you watch my orgasm explode before you, my eyes blazing as I reach my peak... your mind exploding as you hear me call your name. As my orgasm slowly subsides, my caresses slow to almost nothing, my body spent, but alive. I finally see you, watching me... and though I want to blush, I can't. The look on your face refuses to let me hide myself from you... and I don't want to any longer. That is the moment we've waited for, and we both know it instantly. You gaze into my eyes, and I see the love and passion you feel for me, how much you want me. Yet I sense more than that, you want to hold me, to let your love for me seep into my body as I lie wrapped in your arms. Yet all you say to me is, "You are amazing... simply amazing." "Hold me, Nick... please hold me." You wrap your arms around me, holding me tightly, as you whisper into my ear, "Yes, baby... I'll hold you... I'll hold you forever... I'm never gonna let you go." I smile softly, brushing my lips across your neck. You lean in to press your face to my hair, inhaling the wonderful fragrance that is mine alone. You pull me closer, squeezing me tighter, needing me in your arms as much as I need you in mine. "I love having you hold me... it is the most wonderful feeling," I whisper. "Yes...it is wonderful....so very, very wonderful," you whisper back. "I love you," the words upon my lips as I drift to sleep. "I love you too, Jules... more than you could ever know." The Office Visit You arrive at my office in your gym clothes and sneakers. You followed the instructions I left for you earlier in the day - taking your panties and bra off in the car. On the way, you drove with one hand on the wheel and the other down your pants. You played the little game I taught you last summer - today, the code word was "red" - so every time you saw something red - a car, a stoplight, a sign... you had to pinch your clit and tug on it. Unfortunately for you, there was a lot of traffic - stop lights, brake lights galore. By the time you reached the office you had pinched your clit so many times that your pussy was soaked. At least a few times you're sure someone in a truck next to you must have looked down and seen your hand down the front of your pants. I'm sure you made more than a few cocks hard when they drove past you - the cute girl whose juicy tits and hard nipples clearly showed through her top. When you arrive at my office, there's a message waiting for you. My secretary gives you an envelope and a little box. The note in the envelope reads - "Go to the conference room at the end of the hall. Put this on then knock on the door." You walk down the hall, opening the package as you go. You pass a few of my co-workers, who eye you enviously. You've caught them looking at you more than once... watching your butt wiggle by on your way to my office. Heck, sometimes you even make a point to stop by to flirt with some of them on the way out - usually after I've just finished filling your tight cunt with cum. It turns you on to flirt with another guy after you've just been fucked, enjoying the squishy feeling of cum mixed with your own juices. When you reach the conference room door, you hear my voice talking inside - which isn't unusual. I've often had you come to the office to entertain me while I'm on conference calls. Sometimes I make you stand in front of the window and play with your nipples for me, other times I make you pull down your panties to show me your pussy, or have you sit on my cock and grind your clit against my pelvis slowly while I continue my call. Your pussy grows wetter as you wonder what I have planned for you. Inside the box you find a strip of black silk with a tie - a blindfold. You cover your eyes with the silk and then knock on the door. "Come in." I call out. You enter cautiously, holding your hand out in front of you for guidance. You smell my cologne - Pi it's called, like the Greek letter- and something else - the faint scents of Drakkar and some body spray. I take your hand in mine and place my other hand on your hip, guiding you to rest your ass against the edge of the conference table. "So you were saying?" I call out loudly. A moment later a synthesized voice continues through a speakerphone, talking about revenue reports. You hear my hit a button to mute the speaker on my end. I lean close to your ear and say quietly "I muted the speaker.." "So tell me, did you follow my instruction?" I ask you, my tone even. Authoritative. In charge. It's the same tone of voice I use to place a stock trade, the same tone I use when dealing with impatient attorneys, and the same commanding tone I use when I order you to cum for me. It sends a warm throb through your thighs when you hear it. You nod, blushing. "Tell me what you did." "I played with my pussy for you. Whenever I saw something red, I pinched my clit for you. It made me so wet... You pause, feeling a little shy about being so open, "I can't believe I'm wearing my gym clothes without the bra and panties. People can see my nipples - maybe even my pussy!" you say whispering the last word, with emphasis. "So your pussy is wet, my little slut?" You nod, blushing. "Show me." You know what to do - I've made you do this so many times before. Each time it still makes you feel dirty. You hook your thumb into the waistband of your pants and pull them down until your thumb is near your clit. I clear my throat and you feel my hands on your hips. You picture me smiling, looking down at your neatly trimmed muff, admiring the visible hint of your pretty pink pussy. "Hmmmm." You hear a note of concern in my voice. Your hands slips from the waistband and you reflexively cover the crotch of your shorts, imagining me look at you disapprovingly. "I didn't have time to trim it into a heart for Valentine's Day... I was running late. I just did a little strip because I thought you'd like it..." My breath is hot on your neck. The voice on the tele-conference drones on as you feel my lips trail along the nape. "I'll excuse your disobedience this time. Next time, you'll have to be punished though." You feel my hand push yours aside, cupping your mound. My fingers stroke the soft material, squeezing your hot flesh. "Only one spank today. If you forget to trim it properly next time, I'll shave you, then make you count out loud as I give you ten strokes for for not following your instructions." You let out a tiny whimper and then wince as my fingers slap against your cunt. You nod, meekly "Thank you." Mentally counting, you picture yourself bent over with your legs spread wide, feeling six achingly slow slaps of my hand against your freshly shaved cunt. You picture biting your lip and writhing in slow sweet agony as each slap strokes your clit... Idly you wonder if maybe you should forget shaving permanently. "Now show me your ass." You turn around and lean forward, pressing your thinly-covered tits against the conference table. You pull your pants down to your thighs and push your butt upward, wiggling it invitingly. "Mmm. I love your ass. The skin is so soft... I just love looking at your butt from behind." You blush as I rub my hands across your smooth cheeks, massaging and squeezing gently. I trail a finger between them making you wiggle as it strokes your pussy lips and your juicy core. Sinking a finger deep into your pussy, I test your wetness. You whimper softly in disappointment as I remove it. I moment later you smell the sweet scent of your pussy as I rub my wet finger across your lips. Your clever tongue darts forth to lick your lips so you can taste your excitement. "Spread your cheeks." I command. Still bent over the table, you reach behind you and wrap your fingers around your cheeks and pull. "Mmm. That's it. Show me your hot little holes. Spread it for me so I can see your pink." You comply, sliding your hands low around the base of your butt so you can pull your cheeks and your thighs apart. I growl appreciatively. "Hmmm. I'm not sure which hole looks tastier..." You hear the soft swish of my suit pants as I lean down behind you. You feel my cheek brush the back of your hand as I softly blow warm air over your spread pussy and clit. You moan pleadingly. Placing my hands over yours, I dart my tongue in to taste your juices. I begin stabbing my tongue into you pushing your hips against the table as I explore your inner folds. The blindfold forces you to concentrate all your senses on the feeling of my tongue licking your pussy. I lap at your button as your hips shake back and forth as you ride my tongue. You feel the familiar heat building in your loins as the tempo increases. Your hard nipples rake the table top as you wriggle in ecstasy. I withdraw my mouth from your pussy suddenly and you moan pleadingly, only a few notes away from an orgasmic crescendo. "Please... oh please..." you whimper. "Tell me what you are. Tell me what you want." You hesitate for a moment, feeling exposed and vulnerable, before your lust takes over. "I'm your whore. I'm your cum slut. I'll do whatever you want me to... Just let me cum! Please! I want to cum so bad." Reaching up, I grab a fistful of your hair and pull your head rearward, arching your back. Your breath hisses out as I pinch your clit hard between my first and index finger. Using only those two points as leverage, I pull you back and forth using my tongue like a thick, slithering cock to stab into your dripping pussy. You stifle a moan as you cum with my face between your cheeks, my lips pressed against your clit and my tongue pushed as far in you as it will go. I wiggle your pinched clit in time with the waves of your orgasm, keeping you afloat, adrift in a sea of liquid pleasure. Stepping back, I lean over to kiss you deeply, your hungry tongue touching mine as you taste yourself. "I'm not done with you yet... Take off the rest of your clothes." You comply, taking a moment to fumble with your clothes. It's not quite as easy to get undressed when you can't see. "Now, I might fuck you, or I might make you wait...it's up to you. Pose for me.... show me why I should let you feel my cock... show me just how dirty you can be." You hesitate for a moment, trying to make up your mind. What pose would I like best? Should you get down on your knees and open your mouth? Part of you wants to feel my hand at the back of your head, pushing and pulling your mouth around my cock until it fills your throat...fucking your mouth as hard as I fuck your pussy. Then again, you are practically dripping - and the thought of bending over the table and spreading your ass cheeks and letting my take the hole of my choice leaves you quivering. As you contemplate your situation; you hear a soft masculine cough and realize that the two of us aren't alone. Someone else is in the room and they're watching you. In fact, they've just watched you cum... The Office Visit The faint sound of a computer fan could be heard whirring in the dated machine on his desk. He put his head in his hands for a moment and rubbed his dark blue eyes slowly, then he looked to his watch, "It's already 7:30..." he said to himself with a tone of mild disbelief in his voice. With a quick glance across his desk he saw several towering stacks of papers and countless file folders, then looking out the window he saw the darkness starting to encroach. "Well, I might as well face it," he said absently, "I'm not getting out of here any time soon." John was the CEO of his own sales and service business, and despite the economy things were looking up for him and his employees. The client base was growing, but it didn't seem like a good time for John to be bringing on new people. He just had this gut feeling that things could turn south at any moment, and he always trusted his gut, it almost never failed him. This increase in workload however, managed to create some long hours for his employees, and particularly himself. He looked up to the clock hanging on the wall hoping his watch had stopped working, but to his dismay, the two were in agreement. Then with a quick stretch of his well toned arms he rubbed his head softly, refocusing his attention on the desk. He grabbed for the next stack of papers and had just started entering data when a soft knock came at the door. "Come in." he said coolly, barely directing any attention away from the work at hand. The door opened smoothly and he slowly glanced up to see who it was. There, in a short black mini-skirt and a nearly sheer white blouse stood his wife. At 5'6" she had an elegant form, her long black hair flowed over her shoulders and accentuated the curves of her 38C breasts. She stood looking at him, a soft smile on her luscious red lips, her deep brown eyes twinkling with a playful energy that always took his breath away. "Hi sweetie!" she said in her sweet, always upbeat sounding voice. "Hi baby." he said, and then he started to grin. She immediately returned a beautiful, sultry smile. "Close the door." he said, his deep voice rumbling in her ears. She immediately did as he said. He looked her over hungrily, taking in the wonderful delights she barely hid with the brief clothing she wore. John knew she wasn't wearing anything underneath the outfit either, he never let her wear panties or a bra a direction she was more than happy to follow. "Turn around baby," he smiled, "let me see what you've brought me." Rose did as she was told, turning slowly about just the way he liked it. She was used to these inspections, John took great pride in her and always liked to enjoy everything she had to offer. As she turned John couldn't help but wonder how many people might have caught a glimpse of her round ass cheeks as she bent over, or how many of them might have been lucky enough to see her shaved pussy peeking out as she crossed and uncrossed her legs throughout the day. He cock started to get hard as he eyed her. When she had completed her spin he locked his eyes with hers, "Strip." he said, and she quickly complied. "Now, bring your clothes to me." he directed. She smiled at him again, then turned, and bent slowly to the floor displaying her ass to him knowing how much he liked the deep tan skin of her body. Carefully she picked up her clothes lingering just long enough to give him the view she knew he wanted, but making sure to be quick enough to not keep him waiting. After a few moments she walked around the desk and stood beside him, handing him the clothes as she was told. Quickly he pulled a key from his desk, and unlocked a filing cabinet behind him. He winked at her and put the clothes inside before turning the key and with a loud click, re-locking the drawer. "These will be nice and safe in here." he said to her. She blushed knowing that her clothes were locked away and that John still had employees in the building and felt the soft folds of her pussy lips start to moisten as she thought about what might happen if they got caught. John grabbed her hips firmly and pulled her close. His finger quickly found the dampness between her legs and he started to rub softly. "Well someone got horny fast." he said glancing up from the hairless mound he was fingering to the flushed skin of her face, her lips parted as she let out a nearly inaudible moan. She blushed deeply and cooed, "Mmm, yes, I did." "You were thinking about what would happen to you if you got caught, weren't you?" he said huskily, his finger dancing over her clit. "Oh.. yes.. I.. was.." she said between breaths. He smiled to himself as he parted her tender lips, and pushed one of his feet against hers to make her spread her legs wider. "And what do I make you do if you get caught baby?" he asked playfully. "Oh god!" she gasped as he slipped a digit into her wetness. He started to fuck his finger in and out of her cunt now, his eyes locked on her face. "Hmm baby.." he pressed again, "what do you have to do if you get caught?" She moaned loudly thinking about what she'd have to do, her knees buckling slightly, forcing her to push down hard on his hand. "Mmm.." she moaned again, and then gasped, ".. I have to show them what a good little slut I am." She started to shudder as he pumped his finger in and out of her slippery pink lips, the thought of being forced to fuck one of his employees penetrated her mind like the hard cock she craved. She began to whimper, grinding her hips down to meet each of his probing thrusts. "You like that thought, don't you baby?" he asked. She blushed, her juices starting to coat her inner thighs, she could feel the warmth in her pussy. If she had ever doubted it before, she knew with absolute certainty during the heat of the moment, what a dirty slut she was for him. "Yes," she purred, "oh yes I do! I love the thought of being a good little slut for you." "Good girl." he said approvingly as he swiftly pushed her over his desk raising her ass up high. He slapped it once, swiftly, she gasped loudly, then moaned. He stood behind her, and she heard the sounds of him unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants. And before she had time to catch her breath she could feel the soft skin of his cock brushing against her inner thighs. With one hand on her back he held her down on the desk, and using the other hand he rubbed his shaft along the hot wet hole she longed for him to fill. She wiggled as best as she could against him trying to somehow slide her pussy over his shaft, he smiled down at her. "You need a cock, don't you baby? You need to have that tight little cunt fucked hard?" "Oh yes, please yes!" she cried. "Fuck me, please fuck me!" she wiggled some more against him. He teased her some more, pushing the head of his cock through the tender folks of her pussy, the tip teasing at her tight entrance. "And what will you do to get this cock?" he asked, loving the way she looked, helpless beneath him, craving him so fully. "Anything!" she screamed. "Oh please, fuck me! Please fuck my tight little cunt!" He slapped her ass hard, and thrust his cock deep into her at the same time. She clenched around him and started to moan. As soon as she felt his hot throbbing member filling her up her pussy began to quiver. He legs started to shake and her knees got weak. Rose knew she was going to cum soon. She stood on her tippy-toes and leaned forward over the desk opening herself up loving the feel of being taken so fully. John continued to thrust into her hard, her cunt squishing around his shaft with each thrust. She looked at the door and remembered again what she'd have to do if anyone walked in. She started to moan again, she was going to cum. "Please may I cum, please, oh, please let me cum!" she begged. He gripped her hips tight, slamming his cock deep inside of her. She could feel the lips of her pussy starting to tingle, she knew she would be tender when he was done fucking her. "Yes baby, cum for me. Cum all over my hard cock." he gasped, his breath starting to come rapidly. Immediately she started to cum. She cried out loudly, and pushed hard back against his cock. John fucked into her quickly, his cock gliding in and out of her wetness with ease. "Oh, I'm cumming too baby!" John moaned out between his clenched teeth. His hips began to buck wildly, his cock throbbing inside of her, she clenched tightly around him, milking him with the practiced control of the wonderful fuck toy she was. Stream after stream of his hot sticky cum filled her as he erupted, thrusting his hardness into her. Rose squirmed back against him, wiggling her ass as she worked her pussy around his cock. His thrusts slowed down as he leaned down over her, pressing his lips to her cheek and kissing her tenderly. "I'm glad you stopped by baby." he whispered to her. "It's been a long day." She smiled lovingly under the warm weight of his body, "I'm glad I stopped by too!" They snuggled and giggled for a little bit, discussing their days, John's cock still inside of her as they both recovered. Then John said with slight irritation in his voice, "I'm sorry baby, I've got to get back to work." She nodded slowly, hoping he wouldn't have to, but knowing it was inevitable. "It's ok she said. I'll head home and get dinner ready." John started to stand up slowly, the smiled at her as she turned around. "Not yet sweetie, you need to suck me clean first." Rose grinned wide and knew from his smile that when she was done cleaning him up, they would be heading home to fuck again. The Office Visit It was a wonderful treat .. getting to go with you to your office after hours. Our day had been filled with lovemaking but we were both a bit worn out and our bodies needed some time to recuperate. You had mentioned work was not very far and since I spent so much time chatting with you there I thought it would be fun to be able to picture you in your surroundings. We hoped in the car and in a quick few minutes we pulled up to the office. As you slipped your key in the door, I walked up behind you and wrapped my arms around your waist as I kissed the side of your neck.. that special spot just below the ear. "Hey, I thought we were supposed to be recovering," you giggled as you leaned back against me and pressed you ass against my hips. "Sorry dear," I replied. "You are just too irresistible I guess." The door unlatched and as it opened inward we stepped inside. A flip of the switch and the room was lit. You walked to your desk and sat down in your chair. You looked natural sitting there as you shuffled some unfinished work from the day around. Then you looked up and smiled that sly smile at me. "So this is where I sit every day when we chat and you make my panties all wet with the things you write me. I'm surprised the fabric doesn't have some sort of permanent stain in it by now." I smile, knowing that what you are saying has a grain of truth to it. You always are telling me how wet you get when I write to you or when I chat with you .. telling you all of the things that I want us to be doing with each other. I walk up behind you and rest my hands on your shoulders as I kiss the top of your head. Another giggle escapes you. "It will be nice to able to picture you here now," I whisper as I lean close to your ear. "Squirming in this chair, your fingers reaching down to touch yourself once in a while." "Yeah, right," you laugh. "Just what I need; to get fired for jilling off at work to my boyfriend's dirty chat. Besides, that is what the bathroom down the hall is for." You can hear me laugh as I stand up behind you again. You turn around in the chair so you are facing me. But you are not looking at my eyes. "My, my ... it seems that you have recovered nicely," you say as you notice the bulge in the front of my slacks. "I think I would like to make a memory or two of my own about you being here." With that your hands reach for the button at the top of my slacks. With ease, you release it and slide them down my thighs to the floor. I hadn't bothered with the underwear when we left the hotel so my erection was straight and easily accessible as your fingers reached out and wrapped around it. "Doesn't this thing ever go down?" you ask laughing. "Not around you." You lean forward in your chair and kiss the tip of my cock. Your lips wrap lightly around the very end of the head and I can feel your tongue tickling the opening. Then with another lean, you slowly slide it into your mouth; following your hand down to the base. As you slide back up, your hand follows. All I can do is moan my approval. You slide up and down, your hand and your mouth both stroking me in unison. Again and again, you move slowly and deliberately. You slide away until I am almost released, then you capture me totally once again. I want to push against you but the feeling of your mouth wrapped around me is too wonderful. I don't want to do anything to destroy the moment. You know my body well enough after our lovemaking sessions to know that you could make me cum in your mouth anytime you wanted too now. You can feel my body tightening and, with your hand now on my hips, you can feel my knees give way once in a while. "You know the memory I want dear?" you ask as you slide your mouth off of my cock and look up at me. "Anything," is all I can say. With that you slide your hands to my belly and push me backward, almost making me trip over the pants still tangled around my ankles. You stand up and slip your sweats down around your ankles and slowly step out of them. I'm thankful that we dressed casually for the trip to the office. "I want to remember you licking my pussy on my desk while that ass of yours was in my chair," you say as you slide up on the edge of your desk. You spread your thighs and look into my eyes. "So, how about it?" You really didn't need to invite me as I kick off my slacks and pull your chair under me and roll forward. I can already see the moisture on your lips as I lean forward and take your thighs over my shoulders. You move your arms back to brace yourself as I press the tip of my tongue against your lips. With a slow stroke, I trace a line between your wet lips from bottom to top; pausing only to make a circle around your opening. At the top, I tickle the underside of your clit before planting a soft kiss there. "Damn," you exclaim. I slide down your slit again, widening my tongue and widening your lips until I reach the base. You expect me to stop but I continue past until my tongue finds the small rosebud of your ass. "Damn, that feels hot," you exclaim again. The tip of my tongue flicks your puckered circle and then my tongue widens as I paint a swath up from there and across your ever wetter pussy. As my lips kiss your clit and your belly, my fingers reach up and spread you open. You press toward my hand, inviting them inside. With two fingers folded over each other, I slide inside you. You press hard against them and I can feel your walls squeezing around them. As I stroke slowly in and out of you, my lips tighten around your hard and excited clit. As I suck on it, I can feel your body tighten and know that you are ready to cum for me. Your hands move from the desk to the back of my head and you pull me toward you; pressing your hips tightly against my face. "Don't stop," I hear as I feel you tighten around my fingers as they make a deep thrust deeply inside you. I can feel the muscles in your belly harden against my kisses and my fingers feel the warmth and wetness of your cum on them. I try to move away to see your face but your hands won't let me go just yet. After a few moments I can hear you exhale; a deep sigh fills the office followed by a satisfied giggle. "Now that is something I will remember on Monday," you say as you release my head and I get my first chance to see the satisfied smile on your face. That smile is followed by that sly one that I have seen in your pictures and during our daylong lovemaking earlier. "But maybe there is one more." With that statement you slide off the desk and turn away from me, pulling your t-shirt over your head and tossing it on the floor. You lean forward and put your elbows on the desk, looking over your shoulder at me. I know what you want and my erection is more than ready but I just want to hear you say it. "And what would that be?" I ask with a Cheshire grin on my face. "You shit! Get over here and fuck me!" "Gee, dear. I don't know." "Asshole," you say as you turn and lay your head down on your arms on the desk. We are both laughing as I step forward and place one of my hands on your hips. My other hand presses on the small of your back to lean you forward again and open you up to me. I step forward and your wetness lets the wide head of my cock slide easily inside you. Your hips push back but I move with them, not allowing any more of my length inside you. With both hands on your hips now, I slide just the head of my cock in and out of your pussy. I watch your lips open widely to caress it, then tighten around it before opening again as it slips out from between them. You raise your head and look over your shoulder and are about to ask me what I'm doing as I press my hips fully against yours; sliding my cock completely inside you. Your mouth goes from a questioning scowl to forming an O as I push my cock deeply into you. I feel your hips pressing hard back against mine and can feel the tip of my cock against your cervix. I retreat slowly, wanting to feel every inch of my cock sliding against your walls as you tighten them around me. We have been making love all day but this time it feels different; almost forbidden. The office furniture, the bright lights all combining to make this episode erotic and sexual. I want to tease you more but the passion and desire and pure lust takes over as I grab your hips and move again and again inside you. You continue to rock back against every thrust. We have made love enough times today that we have found our rhythm together and this position is no different. With every push forward into you, your hips push back to mine. I can see your breasts, full and excited, swinging in time with our hips. The office, usually filled with the sounds of business, is now filled with the sounds of sex and passion. We have both taken turns getting each other ready and we know that neither of us will last much longer. Your orgasm is sudden and explosive. I can see your legs tighten and can feel your pussy walls tighten and release over and over around me. I continue thrusting as you stop moving and groan loudly. The warmth of your juices enveloped my cock as it moves inside you. With every milking convulsion around me, my orgasm is being encouraged. I continue moving in and out of you until I feel your body finally relax. Watching and feeling you cum takes me over the top and I can feel my orgasm boiling up in my groin. "I going to cum baby," I almost scream. You suddenly stop your motion and turn your hips to expel me from you. I'm sure the confused look on my face was obvious as you rush to sit in your chair. You slide down and move your hands to the sides of your breasts; pressing them together. "Cum on these honey .. please." I step forward and your hands wrap around my cock. The surface is slick with your juices and your hands move rapidly up and down my shaft. As you reach the head you squeeze quickly before sliding back down. I move my hips in time with your fingers. You can feel the throbbing and know it is time. "O gawd," is all I can manage as you feel my cock pulse in your hand. The first pulse is followed by a rope of cum that lands at the top of your breasts and in your cleavage. The next one crosses your right breast and covers part of your hard excited nipple. The next few find your belly. You continue to stroke and squeeze me until there is not more to share with you. I lean back, my ass cheeks on your desk; I'm sure they will leave a nice sweat mark when I stand up again. You are still leaning back in your chair; your skin glistening in the light with a combination of your sweat and my cum. Our eyes meet and you can almost hear the "Wow" as we stare at each other. I assume you are ready to get cleaned up as you sit up in your chair and am surprised when your fingers run through an area of cum that has pooled near your belly button. You scoop some of it onto your fingertip and reach it to your lips. You extend your tongue and take my cum on the tip, then pull it into your mouth. "I eat lunch at my desk too sometimes," you say as I see your throat swallow. We both laughed as we gathered our clothes and you headed to the bathroom. "Maybe we should make some memories in here too," you called from down the hallway. The Office Visit Ch. 01 Karen tried to set the phone down in the cradle but still ended up slamming it down. "GOD DAMN IT!!" she yelled at the empty apartment. The driving rain outside the windows matched the fury she was feeling at that moment. She couldn't believe that John's idiot boss had decided that his project had to be done by tomorrow morning. He was supposed to have at least a couple more weeks but no, that low life son of a bitch had to have it done tonight. Of all nights, why tonight? It was their anniversary, for cryin' out loud. Not their wedding anniversary but one that meant much more to them both. It was on that night ten years ago they had made love for the first time and in that moment of shared passion both knew they were meant for each other. This particular anniversary had always been special, culminating in some of the most passionate and uninhibited lovemaking of the entire year. Karen had been planning for this night for days, fantasizing about how wonderful it was going to be and how his eyes were going to bug out when he discovered she had shaved her pussy just this morning. John had asked her about it on a couple of occasions but she'd always said she didn't feel comfortable with the idea and so he dropped the subject. It didn't really matter anyway since he could do things to her with his tongue that drove her wild. A little hair down there didn't seem to make any difference to his skills or how well he performed. John always enjoyed how he could make her squirm while eating her out and he was masterful in the ways he used his tongue and lips. Giving John a bit more incentive to go for a muff dive was like giving a kid a piece of candy so that he'll go into the candy store. There was no doubt in her mind that the novelty of a shaved pussy would mean a session of cunnilingus that she wouldn't soon forget. Damn it, it just wasn't fair. Still fuming, she went into the kitchen and got out the bottle of wine she had been saving for after their return from the restaurant. She poured a glass and downed it quickly, just to take the edge off her anger. Then she poured another and sat down on the couch. She quickly realized the first glass had gone into an empty stomach as the warmth and lightness touched her brain and she started feeling a little warm. Fuck it, she thought to herself. Might as well sit here and get drunk since I'm not going to be doing anything interesting. She turned on the TV and flipped through channels of mindless trash before switching it off in disgust. She downed the rest of her glass of wine and went to get a refill. After setting the glass down on the coffee table, she thought, "Well, I might as well get comfortable since I won't be going anywhere." She stood up and started to take off her clothes. She had spent days deciding what to wear... or rather not wear. Giggling a bit to herself as the wine began to tickle her brain, she thought of what she had planned for their dinner out. A corner booth in the best restaurant in town and during dessert she would have kissed him deeply while guiding his hand up her skirt until his fingers brushed the place where there used to be fine downy fuzz but now was as bald as the day she was born. He probably would have sputtered and gotten hard immediately. She would let him finger her on the drive back home and she could imagine all too well what his fingers could do to her. Just thinking about how his fingers would caress her bare skin and slide between the folds of her pussy made Karen squirm a little as dampness started to form in her slit. She slipped off her top and felt the cool air on the heated skin of her chest and shoulders. The wine was making her feel warm all over so she unclasped her bra and let it slide over her shoulders then draped it carelessly over the back of the couch. The cool air caused her nipples to rise and she began to think about how wonderful it was to have his lips and tongue dancing over them. She brought her hands up to her breasts and caressed them slowly and lovingly. They were such lovely breasts; at least that's what John always said. She thought her natural 34 C-cups were too small and didn't match but he would always spend time gazing at them, fondling them gently and licking those sensitive nipples. Thinking of his tongue on her breasts made her nipples stand up even more until they were practically begging to be touched. She gently grabbed one in each hand and gave a slight squeeze. "Oooh, that felt good," she thought. And so she did it again and realized that she was incredibly wet. Her short skirt soon joined the other discarded clothes as she lay back on the couch. Wine always made her imagination more vivid and soon she was imagining his tongue on her breasts, traveling down her stomach and hips to nestle into the warm embrace of her thighs. Her hands seemed to move with their own will as she traced pathways to the sensitive places along her legs. Letting her fingers glide to the crease at the top of her thigh she was reminded again that she had shaved that patch for the first time just this morning. Imagining how good his tongue would feel along her bare lips set her juices flowing even more and she allowed first one finger and then another to penetrate the gateways of her pussy. Running fingers along the inside of her labia caused her hips to move of their own volition. Teasing herself along the base of her vagina, then moving slowly upward until finally she just barely grazed her clit. "Ooohhh yesss." she let out a soft moan as she continued to move fingers up and down, dreaming that it was his tongue running along the confines of her pussy. She allowed first one and then another finger to push into the hungry opening of her vagina and then pulled the juices up toward her aching clit. After a couple minutes of teasing she allowed her fingers to glide over the straining nub. Her body shivered with pleasure as she stroked her clit again and again. Allowing the coming orgasm to build slowly until she couldn't take any more she let herself get swept by the wave. The feeling crashed over her as the orgasm hit with an intensity that she knew so well. She had masturbated countless times in her life and she knew just how much pleasure there could be in touching all the right places. But it wasn't nearly as satisfying as having her lover do it for her. Letting John explore and reach all those special spots at his own pace, feeling the anticipation as he teased her into an orgasm that was always more powerful than she could bring about herself. As she began to subside she remembered why ultimately it just wasn't enough. She needed her man. Needed his rock hard cock inside her filling the void that now ached within her. "That's it." she said to herself. "If Mohammad won't come to the mountain then the mountain will come to Mohammad." And so the decision was made. She was going to his office and she was going to give him the night of his life. And woe be unto the person who stands in the way of a horny woman and her man. The Office Visit Ch. 02 John hung up the phone and gazed up at the ceiling. The rain cascading down the window in sheets echoed his mood perfectly. This sucked...big time. Letting out a sigh he sat up and looked at the blank computer monitor. He needed an idea and he needed it pretty quick. His brain ran in circles but nothing of any consequence was coming out. He would start trying to sketch out an idea but kept coming back to the same thoughts. Again and again he would return to Karen, his mind naturally circling around the delicious love-making session that he was missing. He kept returning to the smell of her silken hair, the feel of her soft skin, the taste of her kisses. Nuzzling into exquisite breasts and plunging deep into the tight wet hole of her pussy. As his thoughts kept returning to these magnificent yet distracting paths, his cock would twitch and his face would get flushed. He felt as if his balls were water balloons filled to bursting and if something wasn't done about this situation soon then he certainly was going to burst. "Crap," he thought, "I'm never going to get any work done like this. There's only one thing to do." And with that thought he stood up and headed out the office door. At this time of night the office was normally empty but he didn't want to take any chances, so he wandered along the hallways to see if anyone was still around. He caught sight of Jesse, the janitor and stopped to say a quick hello. "Working late Mr. D?" said the tattooed young man. "Yeah" He replied, "Big project due tomorrow and I'm stuck here doing it." Then he asked. "Say, Jesse, did you do the bathrooms already? I'm fixin' to drop a load and I don't want you to have to deal with the smell." Jesse laughed and said, "Thanks Mr. D, I appreciate you giving me some warning but I already did the bathrooms. I just have to empty these trashcans and then I'm heading up to the next floor." "OK then. Well, I have business to take care of. Have a good night, Jesse." He said as he turned toward the restroom. "Thanks Mr. D. I hope your night gets better," Jesse called out as he headed towards the elevator. The night may not get better but at least in a few minutes it was going to be marginally less frustrating. He walked into the restroom and stepping into one of the stalls quietly closed the door. He leaned his back against the door and let out a sigh. He needed the release that stroking himself would bring but all he could think about was how much he wanted to be with Karen. Her touch would cause him to explode in ways that he could never do himself. He knew exactly how to get himself off but she seemed to know exactly how to bring him to the heights and then keep him there for an eternity before milking him for all he was worth. She could bring him to orgasms that he never even knew existed let alone get by his own hand. He unbuckled his belt and then undid his pants and let the fly glide all the way down. He gently stroked his hardened cock through the silky shorts that she had bought him as a surprise. Just that morning she had given the underwear to him and said, "I want you to feel that silk against your cock and think about how good its going to feel when its my hands and tongue caressing you. I want you to spend all day imagining that its my hot wet pussy gliding over your dick." The thought of her inventive touch on his raging hard-on made him strain at the silk even more. He pulled his pants and his shorts down to his knees and his engorged cock sprang out like a rabbit out of a trap. He let his hands travel along the inside of his thighs and circle the hair around his manhood. Bringing his left hand up to gently cup and squeeze his balls made his cock jump in excitement. His right hand curled around the base of his hardened shaft and he squeezed just enough to engorge his rod even more. He felt so hard that he thought he could cut diamonds with his cock. Loosening the pressure just a little John allowed his hand to travel up the shaft until he reached the straining purple head. He swirled his thumb over the sensitive tip for a moment and then moved back down again. With his left hand cupping his balls and his right moving up and down his mind returned to the last blow job Karen had given him. Her mouth moving up and down his rod in exactly the same rhythm he was now using on himself. Her beautiful lips sliding along with just the right amount of pressure to drive him to the point of no return then backing off just enough to keep him from exploding too soon. He didn't know how she could sense the precise way to drive him crazy with lust but she was masterful in the execution. Again and again his hand traveled the familiar paths of his penis, moving up and down, occasionally giving a tug here or a squeeze there. John let his eyes close and his head fall back in relaxation. It felt so good that he wished it could last but soon he felt the familiar feelings of an impending orgasm. On other occasions he might slow down and allow the sensations to stretch out much longer but this was not one of those times. At some point in the dance of self-pleasure he had stopped moving his hand up and down his cock and was instead thrusting his hips forward and back. Fucking his own hand and dreaming about fucking her sweet tight pussy. With increasing energy and anticipation he thrust his cock back and forth into his gripping fingers until he felt the wellspring of cum start to flow through his body. With a final grunt and a moan, he cupped his balls a little tighter and the increased sensation caused him to explode. He shot again and again as he continued thrusting and he felt as if the sensation would never end. He could feel his balls emptying of the juices that had been building all day and it seemed as though he came for an eternity. When the sensations finally subsided he was shaking and it took a moment for him to regain control. The heat in his cock started to subside and when he finally regained control of his quivering muscles he grabbed some toilet paper. Apparently he had been building up more than he realized as it took quite awhile to finally get himself cleaned up and put away. He went to the sink and splashed some cold water on his face and staring in the mirror thought, "Well, now I hope I can get some work done." The Office Visit Ch. 03 Karen pulled into the parking garage of John's office building and shut off the engine. The rain had forced her to concentrate on her driving but now she began to think about what she was really doing. As she sat there she wondered, "Have I gone crazy? Here I am, sitting in an empty parking garage with nothing on but a trench coat and now I'm planning on going up to John's office and fucking him crazy." Good god, what was she about to do? She took a couple of deep breaths and remembered what she had been fantasizing about, she had been thinking about how badly she wanted to feel his prick stiffen as her hands caressed him and stroked him. How much she wanted to let his hardness slide between her lips and into her mouth. How much she wanted to let her tongue dance along his shaft. How much she wanted to feel his cock sliding in and out of her, filling the void of her pussy and making her cum again and again. As she was sitting there staring off into space she could feel her pussy starting to get wet and she knew exactly what she was going to do. There was only one obstacle to overcome. The night guard. She had met the night guard a couple of times and after their first meeting she'd quickly taken the measure of the man. He was an old retiree who needed to get out of the house so his shrew of a wife would leave him in peace. Apparently he did crosswords, watched old movies on a little black and white TV he kept under the desk and napped occasionally. As for being a guard, a hamster with an attitude would have been more effective but all in all he was a sweet old man and harmless. Placing the hood of the coat over her head, Karen carefully ran from the parking garage and along the sidewalk toward the front door of the building. The falling rain hadn't let up a bit and by the time she opened the door into the foyer she looked as if she had been caught in a waterfall. Water dripped from her overcoat as her heels clicked on the marble floor. At the guard station, the old man looked up from the TV under his desk and asked, "Can I help you honey?" Karen replied with a sweet smile, "I'm John Davidson's wife. He works up on the seventh floor and the poor boy is working late tonight. He's having a rough time with a project that's due tomorrow so I thought I might stop by to cheer him up." The old man smiled and said, "Well, that's mighty kind of you. I wish my wife would think about cheering me up once in awhile." After looking her up and down for a few seconds he said with feigned innocence, "There is one little thing though. We've had a lot of trouble with vandalism lately. Kids sneak in during the day and spray paint the stairwells. I think they call it tagging but I just call it vandalism. You don't have anything like that under your coat do you? You know spray paint or stuff like that." Karen looked slightly embarrassed and said in an overly dramatic tone, "Why no sir, I wouldn't do anything like that. I gave up vandalism for Lent last year and never went back." Then she paused and gave him a wink and with one corner of her mouth pulled up in a smile said, "Though if you don't believe me then I can let you see what's under my coat." He stammered a little and finally managed to say, "Well, dear. I think that may be for the best. I wouldn't want to be derelict in my duty." "Oh no sir, I wouldn't want you to get into trouble on my account." And with that she slowly unbuttoned her coat and held it open for him. His eyes went wide and his mouth dropped open a little as he gazed upon her naked form. Her high full breasts, the curve of her waist, her full hips and the bare pussy were all taken into his longing gaze. After a moment, he smiled and said, "Thank you honey. I don't think that you'll be causing any trouble for me, though your husband might find you to be a handful." She smiled in return, "You're welcome, sir. Could you please not let him know that I'm on my way up? I want it to be a surprise." "Of course, I understand. And dearie?" "Yes sir?" "I want you to know that you've made an old man feel young again for just a moment and for that I will be eternally grateful. The next time my wife sees me staring off into space and smiling she won't have a clue as to the reason. Now have fun...and don't break any furniture." "Yes sir. We'll try our best." Karen said as she walked through the elevator doors and pushed 7. When the doors closed, she smiled to herself and thought. "By the time tonight is done there just might be a bit of broken furniture." The Office Visit Ch. 04 John was trying his best to come up with some innovative ideas when he thought he heard the elevator open. Pretty odd since Jesse would have been long gone and as far as he knew nobody else was around. He got up from his desk and started to walk toward the elevator. He moved silently and thought to himself "Well ain't you something, Mister Master Geek Ninja. Sneaking up on some evil wizard who will fry you like a slice of spam if he gets first shot." Then shaking his head he thought, "Whew...too many video games." Carefully he stepped around the corner to see a shape standing by the elevator door. In a voice as ripe with authority as he could muster he asked, "Can I help you?" The figure jumped a little and spun around. Finding himself looking at Karen his mouth dropped open in amazement, "What are you doing here? How did you get in here?" She let him continue stammering and said with a pout, "What's the matter? Aren't you glad to see me?" With an effort to get his confused brain under control he finally said, "I'm sorry but you surprised me. I'm delighted to see you but I just can't believe you're really here. I've been thinking about you all night and now you're really here. This is terrific but why did you come here?" "Well," she said, "I came to bring you a little surprise since it is our anniversary after all. You did remember that it's our anniversary, didn't you?" "Absolutely, that's why I've been so bummed out this evening." Then with a big smile he said, "But now, here you are and things are looking up. What surprise did you bring me? Do you have a little bottle of champagne tucked away somewhere?" She looked up at him with a coy smile, "Something like that." And she opened up her coat. John's mouth dropped open again as his eyes practically popped from their sockets. His startled gaze traveled up and down Karen's nude form and when his eyes finally landed on the spot where her thighs came together his cock twitched at the amazing sight. She was hairless, as bald as the day she was born. She had shaved herself for him. He had asked about it a couple of times but when she said that shaving would make her feel weird he had dropped the subject. It never was that important, he just thought it would look damn sexy. And now she had done it, she had shaved the kitty for him. At that moment all he could do was stare thinking about how much he wanted to run his fingers along those bare lips, how much he wanted to feel his tongue glide along the smooth skin and into the folds of her pussy. After a moment, Karen let her coat fall closed and she said. "Unless you plan on fucking me right here next to the elevator, I think we better find your office." John gave his head a little shake and replied, "umm, yeah...office" and started to move down the hallway. His mind was in a daze and his libido was running overtime. He could feel his heart pounding and every nerve seemed to be humming. Karen walked into his office right behind him and closed the door. Leaning against the door she let the folds of her coat fall open enough to reveal the lines of her body. Finally gathering his wits John leaned back to sit on the edge of his desk with his legs stretched out in front of him and faced her. "I can't tell you what a surprise this is and how much I appreciate it", he said. Then he gave a devilish smirk, "On the other hand, I REALLY want to show you how much I appreciate your choice in clothing. I do believe that's the sexiest outfit you own." "I'm glad you think so. It does always seem to get a rise out of you." Then looking at him under lowered eyes, Karen said in her most sultry voice, "And speaking of rise, let's see if anything has risen in the last few minutes." She walked over to him as if she were a jaguar hypnotizing her prey with her eyes. She continued to hold him with her sultry gaze as her hands undid his belt buckle and then moved to unzip him. Pulling on the front of his pants, she forced him to stand up and then slowly knelt down in front of him. The rain dampened coat spread out around her, revealing her body to its fullest. Kneeling before him on the floor, John thought she looked like a freshly opened flower. The female sex in the center of a just opened bud waiting for the bee to come along and leave some pollen behind. Slowly easing his pants and underwear down to his ankles, his own stinger sprang free and Karen could tell that he was more than ready for some attention. She looked up at him as her hands traveled up his thighs to his hips and back down again to massage his throbbing cock. John closed his eyes and allowed his head to fall backwards as her hands moved up and down on his shaft. Allowing one hand to cup under his balls she guided the engorged purple head to her lips and let it glide into the warm confines of her mouth. A moan of pleasure escaped from John's lips as she tongued the underside of his raging cock and kissed the tip with a passion she usually reserved for special occasions. She moved her head back and forth, up and down as one hand gently fondled his balls while the other would occasionally run fingernails along his thighs or grab hold of the base of his cock and move up and down in tune with her mouth. After a couple of minutes of her best attentions she could feel him start to tense, his hips starting to slightly rock back and forth. Karen knew from experience that unless she stopped now there would be no holding back from a monstrous orgasm. She wanted pull out all that cum out of him but not yet. Instead she gave his steely shaft a final suck until it popped from her mouth then stood up quickly and backed away. John's eyes flew open with astonishment and he cried out in disbelief. "What's the matter?" He looked like a little boy who had just had his favorite toy snatched away from him. "Is something wrong?" "Not at all," Karen said wiping the saliva from her lips. "I just think its time for you to show me how much you appreciate me." "What? This second? How about right after you finish what you were doing? I was so close to cumming, just another couple of minutes." he pleaded. Giving him a devilish smile, Karen ran her hands along her breasts. "No, I think its time that you show me a little sugar. I've been doing all the work so far this evening and I think that its time for me to get a little reward. Besides if you stay within sight of cumming you'll be motivated to do a better job of pleasing me, won't you?" John looked straight into her eyes and returned her impish smile, "I don't need motivation to eat you, little girl, your sweet pussy is motivation enough. But since you've managed to provide me with...shall we call it...'inspiration', why don't you sit down in this chair and we'll see just what kind of 'motivation' I've been given." Karen moved around to the other side of the desk and sat down on the leather chair with her coat spread out beneath her. John dropped to his knees in front of her. His cock was still rock hard and bounced with every movement. Gently moving her thighs apart and kissing the sensitive skin along the inside, he moved slowly upwards until he reached the tops of her legs and then continued along her hip and nuzzled her side. Moving his hands to her hips John pulled Karen slightly forward until she was sitting right on the edge of the chair. His kisses moved along her breasts until he found the straining nipples and pulled them into his mouth, sucking gently and swirling his tongue over each in their turn. Karen let a low moan escape her throat as he moved his hands from her hips to behind her back and pulled her closer forcing her breasts farther into his hungry mouth and searching tongue. She felt as if she were going to slide off the edge of the chair but his strong arms held her in place. Then John propped her back on the edge of the chair and began to travel back down her stomach pausing to swirl his tongue in her belly button. Karen could tell it was just a prelude to the way his tongue would soon swirl in her steaming pussy. John continued to move down to the swell of flesh just above her pussy with kisses and licks that became more evocative as he traveled. Here he spent some extra time on the smooth skin that just last night had been covered in short soft curls. Feeling John's tongue glide along the bare flesh made Karen feel all the more wicked as if she had done something she shouldn't have and were now paying for it with heightened pleasure. Running his tongue along the sides of her swollen lips, John licked deep enough to separate them and found her juices flowing like someone had opened up the gates of paradise. Slowly letting his tongue travel up through her dripping cunt, John spent several moments lapping up all he possibly could. He could see that her clit had stiffened and poked through its covering to beckon to his probing tongue and just as he was about to slide his tongue over the swollen nub he instead swirled it around just outside. Then he allowed his tongue to caress its way back down and reaching the opening of her vagina he stuck his tongue deep into her. Karen's breath caught in her throat and a soft moan of pleasure seemed to emanate from deep within. Wanting to prolong the sensation as long as possible, John licked back up her soaking cunt again ignoring the straining clit. After teasing her like this a couple more times Karen responded by placing her hands on the back of his head and pulling his face deeper into her pussy. She gave a guttural moan and with a voice that was half purr and half growl, "Stop teasing me, you devilish boy. Lick my clit already; I want your tongue on my clit right now." Responding to her urgency he sucked her aching clit into his mouth and started to swirl his tongue over and around it. She let go of his head and cried out, "Yes, oh god, yes. Just like that. Lick my clit like you mean it." Alternating between flicking the tip of his tongue over her nub and using the entire length in broad deep strokes, he quickly drove her to the brink, pulling back as she started to tense. He knew that she was on the verge of cumming so he decided to get a little revenge by teasing her just a little more by placing first one finger and then another into her gaping hole. "Oh yes," Karen murmured, "I'm so hot for you. Can you feel how wet you make me?" Moving his fingers in and out of her, probing for the slightly rough patch at the top of her flowing vagina, faster and faster his tongue danced over her clit until she let out a yell and started bucking against his sodden face. She grabbed his hair and pulled him into her pussy until he thought he might pass out from lack of air. Karen kept a tight hold on his head as she bucked and twitched, moaning with delight as the surging waves of her orgasm pulsed through every nerve in her body. When the sensation began to subside, John pulled his head away and kissed all around her labia and thighs trying his best to regain his breath. Karen was also panting for lack of air and looked down at him saying, "Stand up, you delicious little artist." As he got to his feet she could see that he was still rock hard and grabbing his cock with both hands she looked up into his eyes. "I want this in me right now. Do you hear me, right now." John took her hands from off his dick and silently pulled her up into his arms, giving her a long and deep kiss, letting her taste some of the nectar that had been a part of her only a few moments before. Breaking off the kiss he guided her over to the desk and without a word bent her over so that her face was next to the top of the desk. Moving behind her, he flipped up her coat so that it landed across her back, baring her hips and luscious ass. Placing his hands between her thighs he spread her legs slightly. "Is this what you want, my dear? Tell me you want me to fuck you." Karen practically begged "Yes, yes. Fuck me. Fuck me right now. I want your cock in me right now." Placing the head of his cock between the lips of her still dripping cunt, he teased the head up and down her slit. "Say it again." Practically growling at this point, she said, "Please, please fuck me now. I can't take it anymore. I need your hot dick inside me right now...AAaahhoohh...YES!" As the last words escaped her lips John thrust forward and impaled himself deeply into her hot snatch. Pausing for just an instant to allow her to feel the fullness of his cock he then pulled himself almost all the way out then slowly impaled her once more. He thrust himself into her again and again, holding onto her hips, pulling her back onto his cock. Her hair was swinging back and forth as he continued to fuck her with reckless abandon. She practically yelled when she said, "Oh god, you feel so good. Fuck me darling, fuck me hard." Continuing to thrust himself into her, John reached around with both hands to grab her bouncing tits. Squeezing them firmly he pulled her up until her hands no longer touched the desk and her feet almost left the floor with each thrust of his hips. Then John slowed his movements and eased her back down against the desk and started moving more slowly but with greater sensuality. It felt like heaven on earth, rocking back and forth with her, his hands on her hips and his cock sliding in and out of her perfect pussy. He wanted it to last forever but all too soon the familiar tensing in his balls and ass told him that he was about to cum. Just at that moment Karen cried out and her entire body stiffened as the muscles of her vagina clamped around his pulsing cock. That was enough to send him over the edge as well and he thrust himself as deep as possible into her as wave upon wave pulsed out of him. He felt as if he were emptying every last morsel out of his body and into her. Karen could feel the pulsing of his cock as he roared into her and it drove her into another shattering orgasm. Finally allowing himself to move again, John continued to slowly thrust into her. Reaching around to run his fingers along her clit caused her to tense again as she came a third time. Finally, Karen panted, "No more. Please. I don't think I can handle cumming agai-aaaeeee." The last word turned into a squeak as again she tensed and the walls of her cunt pulsed with the waves of another orgasm. John finally slowed and stopped and pulled his quickly deflating cock out of her. Karen could do no more than lay her head on the desk and pant for breath. Reaching up with both hands, he stroked her back and hips allowing her a chance to recover. After several minutes Karen managed to stand up and said, "I think I better leave now or I won't be leaving at all. And you still have work to do." He looked at her body, still flushed with lovemaking and said, "That's true but you have provided me with more inspiration than this project deserves. Why don't you go home and when I'm done we can continue with our anniversary celebration." She reached up to kiss him and then turned toward the door smiling at the thought of what was in store. The Office Visit to Remember She awoke naked, the way she fell asleep, to the sensation of her breasts being stroked, her nipples being fondled, and her bottom being delicately massaged. She rolled over and gave her Master a proper morning greeting, as their tongues intertwined and their naked bodies pressed fully together. She was especially pleased with her Master today, for he had invited her to lunch near his office at one of her favorite restaurants. Later that morning she made her way downtown, dressed in a slim black dress and matching pumps, her hair flowing down her neck. She wore neither a bra nor panties nor stockings, as her Master had instructed that day. She looked stunning, and received a number of admiring looks and glances in her direction from the men on the street. She was to meet her Master at his office first, and took the elevator straight to his floor after she arrived at his building. She smiled at the receptionist and proceeded directly to his office where he greeted her with a warm hug and deep kiss. "Hungry?" she asked, as she thought of her favorite restaurant and hoped they would soon be on their way. "Yes, indeed," her Master replied, and, whispering in her ear told her, "you look good enough to eat. In fact, that is exactly what I am going to do. Now remove your clothing." She was a bit apprehensive about removing her clothing in her Master's office, but complied and slid her dress off her body directly to the floor. The fear that someone might walk in oh her gave rise to goose pimples all over her naked figure, accentuating her lovely feminine curves. He stepped forward and she saw her Master held a leather collar in his hand, causing her body to tingle ever more greatly. He slipped the collar round her neck, and the scent of the strong leather mixed with his cologne as he kissed her deeply on her open lips. He ran his tongue to her ear, and whispered softly, "Whom do you belong to?" Her body tensed as she murmured, "My Master." He kissed her again and stroked her hair, and looked at her so lovingly. "Good," he replied, and removed four leather cuffs from his desk and proceeded to clasp one on each of her wrists and ankles. Thus bound, he gently led her to the side of his desk, and she felt a hand reach under her and spread her wide legs apart. "Bend over and place your arms directly in front of you," he instructed, and she leaned over the desk and pressed her body on the cold of the oak desk. Her nipples hardened as the chill of the wood moved up and down her chest. She let out a slight moan. In short time he had bound each ankle to a leg of the desk, spreading her legs and bottom wide. Likewise, he had bound each wrist to a rope that attached from the far side of the desk, which was hidden when she first entered the room. She was completely bound from head to toe: her arms tightly held in front of her head; her collar clasped firmly round her, rubbing against the desk and emanating a strong leather scent that filled her nose and mind; her breasts pressed into the wooden desk, and her hardened nipples pressed even more strongly; her body at almost a perfect ninety-degree angle; and her legs spread wide at her ankles, exposing her helpless bottom and moistening pussy. He moved behind her and pressed his body against hers. She could tell that he was hard for her as he moved closer and gently moved his body forward and kissed the back of her neck. He whispered in her ear, "you belong to me," and the sensation of his tongue made her body tense. He took from his pocket a blindfold and gently covered her eyes. He then whispered that he would be back for his lunch. She could feel his weight lifted from her and hear his footsteps as he opened the door and then left the office. "Did he lock the door?" she increasingly worried. As the fear that someone would find her naked and bound like that started to overcome her, her pussy moistened even more and the warm, tingly feeling she felt started to overcome her. With every voice in the hallway she quivered more, as she feared she would be found at any moment. "Where was her Master?" she wondered. What was only a matter of a few minutes felt like hours, as slight beads of sweat started to run down her forehead and her breath quickened and deepened. She so badly wanted to touch herself to relieve the tension, but her arms were helplessly bound. Her thoughts started to cloud over, and her mind drifted away with the smell of the leather collar thick in the air. Suddenly, a knock at the door brought a rush like she had never imagined all over her naked body, and she quivered uncontrollably. She gasped as she heard the door open... Her mind raced uncontrollably as she heard the door open and quickly close. Was it her Master? Was it his secretary? Was it not just another woman but another man? Her thoughts caused her mind to spin wildly. She felt like screaming; she felt like running; she felt - she felt totally helpless, because she was. She then felt a presence standing just astride her body. She could feel the movement of air against her skin. Whoever this person was kept approaching closer and closer, making her almost faint in apprehension. Just when she thought she might faint away, she felt a familiar touch and a sense of unbelievable relief: it was her Master. He bent over her and ran his tongue along her ear, lubricating her ear for the words, "Whom do you belong to?" The sensation of his tongue sent a shiver up and down her body, as he gently ran both his hands over her and tugged a bit on her leather collar. While she hadn't fully regained her composure, as she felt the leather collar more snugly round her neck, heard the voices still moving freely about in the hallway, recognized that she was still wholly immobile, naked and bound in his office, and was under her Master's control in more ways than one, she almost reflexively uttered the only words she could: "I belong to you, Master." "Louder," he said. "To you, Master; I belong to you," she cried more forcefully, fearing that her voice may be heard by the office workers. "Good girl," he said, "good girl," gently moving his hand down her body, over her bottom, and resting it on her pussy. Taking one of his fingers, he slowly began to trace the tips of her vaginal lips, and asked her whose lips these were. "They are my Master's," she sighed, as he felt her moistness cover his fingers. Faster and faster he moved his finger over her lips, and brushed her hardened clitoris, causing her to quiver. Soon he had slid a finger inside, and began teasing her with slow circular motions. She shook more, pulled on her restraints, and the voices in the hallway seemed to move closer and closer. With his tongue pressed to her ear, he whispered, "Moan for me; I want you to moan for me." She moaned; softly at first, but soon more loudly as his finger relentlessly teased her insides and brushed her clitoris. "Louder," he instructed, and more strongly touched and massaged her. Her moaning grew in intensity, until the sound of the telephone being lifted from the receiver startled her. "If you don't moan more loudly," he whispered, "I may as well do office work and leave you like this all day," and as he said this she heard him lift the telephone off the receiver, dial, and say, "Jack, would you mind coming in my office, and see me about the report you wrote yesterday...Good, come see me in my office in five minutes," and then hung up the phone. At these words she quivered uncontrollably, and sweat poured all over her body. "No, Master," she begged. "Please no, Master," she begged. "Then you will moan louder," he replied. "Yes, yes, I will," she uttered, as her moans began to fill the room, and grew in intensity as he massaged her clitoris and gently pulled it between his fingers. Soon her moaning became uncontrollable as her orgasm took hold of her. She could barely catch her breath when she heard her Master pick up the phone once again, dial, and say, "Jack, I want you to hear something," as he pressed the phone to her mouth. The shock of the cold phone on her mouth and the thought that she was being used to pleasure another man all mixed with the orgasm that was filling her, and she wildly moaned and pulled helplessly against her restraints. Her mind began to drift away from her body. The next thing she remembered was that she was unbound, standing, and being dressed by her Master. After dressing her, he hugged her tightly, kissed her, and led her out of the door to lunch. When she returned from lunch to her home she found that three messages had been left on the answering machine. She almost fainted when she heard her Master's voice, and realized that he had not called his office mate Jack. He had simply called her home answering machine. The third message was from his Master to her, reminding her that he controlled not only her body, but, most important, her mind. She knew he was right. She belong to her Master, and she yearned for another adventure.